Springfield daily republic. [volume] (Springfield, O. [Ohio]) 1887-1888, 1887-01-20

ieweIry and believed she was done with
everything. hut ten yesr~ later he passed her
window daily bald. goutv man from whom |
the glamour had fled. But she had forgot |
ten that he had robbed her Of the power of |
loving any one else and that other lovers |
had sighed in vain. When Betty first went i
out and began TO resume her ordinary life as
il nothing had happened, the sqIire'S family |
had gone abroad and had taken Louise 1ur-
ner with them To tighten the shadow OF their !
grief; and a stone in the Squire'S lot IN the
cemetary recorded the fact that Aleck Fan
shave had lived and died. II would have
been a melancholy comfort TO Betty to hang
wreaths upon that great white stone that
confronted her like a ghost among the shrub
berry, to plant flowers about II. But how
could she lavish such loving trities in mem
ory of the man who had deprived her Of the
poor privilege Of weeping for him? She
sometimes felt aS il she would like TO leave
Haven forever, every road aud stile and bit
Of wood reminded her Of AleCk. Ii was here
he met her on her daily walk from school;
it was in the wood they gathered the autumn
leaves anil came home laden with spolls; on
this river the moonlight had found them; on
this wild bank AlecE had sat and Sketched
the scene for her: beneath this tree lac had
read 10 her from the poets. The very air oil
the pIares they had frequented together
seemed filed with the tender words lie had
spoken. Could il b.. that he had not cared!
WHY, then. had he spent his last evening
ashore with her He had lett early, To he
sure, saving he muSt pack and be of by day
break Had he gone from her To Louise
III. bourh of scarlet berries he had given
he.. that night had hung in her room ever
since where her ewes would see il on wax
ing The first time she was able Ia walk
across the room after her illness she took it
down and threw it upon the open fire;
indeed. she took out all Of his letters for the
same purpose. but put them back again, not
strong enough To abandon them all at once.
|, was summer at Haven, hut it was not
summer in Betty lie Breton's heart. think
she remembered other Junes, whose flowers
were no sweetsr, whose woods were no
pr,.ener-Jun,s that had borrowed some
thing of their char1u from her own happi-
ness that like the moon Shone with borrowed
light She was trying to sing one of the
old songs at her piano one twiight-snnEs
she had sung with Aleck in their drives
through the woodland aSles, where they had
love,i 10 linger: hut the SObs Choked her and
the tears crowded and iostled each other IN
her ewes: and suddenly. when the last vibrs-
Jjou of the notes had ceased, a voice outside
took up the strain and sing it through.
1T is Aleck - she cried, hurrying toward
the piazza like one III n dream. Then she
walked turned hack and sat down. Suppos
| ing il was Aleck. he belonged to Louise.
! OF course il was "A mistake. Ii was because
she had been thinking about him. Aleck
| was dead, and she had no right to think OF
| him. She never would think Of him again
| newer; she woyld forget him a. he had FOR
gotten her Dead or alive, he could bt
nothing to her-nothing. nothing. He had
| broken her heart: could one love with a
| broken heart'
Somebody was coming into the room with
a lighted lamp. preceded by excited voices
| Ii was Miss lie Breton, followed by Mrs
| Ames.
isn't il marvellous" she was saying
such shock, too, for the squire's family
lust as they were getting used to the idea Of
DEATH
Betty had shrunk into the dark corner
of the long room (which one lamp only ii
Illuminated in patches in order TO hide thu
tears upon her cyehdS.
True as preaching | was just getting
into the train for Haven this afternoon
had been up TO town for a trife Of shop
| pinc-and ] heard familiar voice saying
Allow me 10 carry your bundle. Mrs. Ames
| 1t made me shiver and nv blood Curdle.
looked over my shoulder. expecting to So
a ghost-a railway stations a queer plac'
for a ghost, though, isn't IT. Well. Their
stood Aleck Fanshawe. | shant be an.
more surprised at the Day Of Judgment
What a change cried Miss lie Breton
"and they all in their mourning. and tn
stone up in the cemetery, and the estate adj
ministered upon, | wonder where Bett.
ISL
YES, seems aS though they'd been TO
mortal lot of expense for nothing"
And what happy day for Louise Tur
nerr' sighed Miss lie Breton. Il suppos
| he has cabed to his father
Mrs. Ames answered with hearty laugh
That's the oldest part Of il. He aske'
about all the folks. coming down in tn
train; he didn't know they'd gone 10 Eu
rope. And he asked first of ali after YOU
Bettv-upon my word, And you don
want 10 know about Louise said
Louise who said he. Why, Louise Tur
ner. of course What about her' Is sh
married. or dead Married | cried
why, Aleck Fanshawe. are YOU mad. o
making believe: Didn't you exTt-t ths
Louise Turner would confess her engage
ment TO yoI, Won sly old dog, after the new
Of your death Confess her engagement
TO me- he,.repeated. and he looked like
thunderbolt. was frightened. You don
> mean to say You weren't engaged TO ner''
said Now. she's just like one Of the fam
ilv-wearS widows weeds for you, an
went to church on the sqUire's aJ1n whe
your funeral sermon was preached I'm
gagged To her he cried: i never Thought {
it / am engaged TO Betty lie Breton, an
| never loved any one else. | thought /
run over and prepare your mind, pursue
Mrs AmeS. for fear of the shock. Where
. betty"
Squire Fanshawa's family returned /
season for Betty. wedding; and STE tor
!, her wedding tour through the White Noun
|. aims after ALL. But Louise Turner never al
, peared in Haven again Mary n. Presco
in Harlsrs Bazar.
Superstition in Alaska
Some curious superstitions are also
be noted. Ifa person is sick, iron tool
such as axes or knives, cannot be used
the house. Upon mans grave his slt